Speech, Regretted
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I told him.He's drunk. I'm stoned. I told him and it DOES make a difference. We're talking about it... sort of... and Juliet is online too. Talking to her is helping. I've told him. He knows I'm NOT male. Why is this a good thing again? Why does it hurt to know that what is or isn't between my legs is changing his view of me? Why do I care?
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